Black Winds of Oblivion - Abscess

Your castles turn to rubble

Like the ruins of your mind

There’s little bloody pieces

That wolves have left behind

The stones beneath your feet

Have grown diseased, and so have you

You’re looking for salvation

But oblivion is due

The ugliness of man will be a twisted epitaph

The hells have been created with a sick and greedy laugh

There lies the dust of ages, mixed with human flesh

The dark remains are blown away by winds of nothingness

Just look six feet downward

And you’ll find the final key

And the black winds of oblivion

Will return you to the sea